Текст песни Ольга Тишина - Весточка

We play games
During the long years
Sensitive, like needles,
Thin words,
Up to perfection
By understanding this art
languid bliss
In combination with the taste

The word snake winds -
The lace in lace.
The meaning of what you want,
It can be wrapped in them.
Unearthly mosaic
Hung words
Buffalo halfway around the world,
And the most slip away.

And flying over the abyss,
Not afraid to break,
The celestial blue
With his head swim,
And the soul to hear
As cries Higher Truth! ..
Where feelings breathe,
Talking is not necessary.

Letter in an envelope:
"Hi...
How is it there…
Till..."
The rest can be read between the lines.
From love to death - four steps
You and I are not afraid - we are able to fly.

News in the envelope:
"Hi...
How is it there…
Till..."
The rest can be read between the lines.
From love to death - four steps
You and I are not afraid - we are able to fly.

News in an envelope -
From Love to Death -
Oh, it's not so important!
You and I are not afraid.